This is a song about "Jack the killer"

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

He's like jack in the box, nobody noticed him

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Call me the winner, the criminal spitter, subliminal killer

And sipping the jack they pass

So much class, double d’s and ass

And this will be the song that we sing

Fuck it to the billions, mike jack feeling

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

Someone always getting shot, the killer doesn't get caught

The next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

The reality is i don't know jack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

I'm a killer and a thriller, the roster's top biller

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister